Steven held the love of his life in his arms with tearful eyes. "I may be a Lovett, but I no longer have anything to do with that family the moment they were mean to you."

Amelia was moved and worried. "Steve..."

"I no longer have a home."

Though Steven chuckled helplessly, he felt relieved and liberated. "I am still Steven Lovett, but the heir of the Lovetts is dead."

"Who said you don't have a home?"

Furrowing her brows, Amelia put a finger on his lips. "Home is where I am. My family is your family, too."

The moon, shrouded in a haze, hung high in the velvety night sky.

The pair wound up in bed together.

covered up in his pajamas, lay stiffly next to Amelia. Neither crossed the line to

by her warmth and

stirred in

on being a restrained gentleman, it was pure torture

of scent tickled

Amelia straddling him. As she leaned in, the loose shirt slipped past her

out of his heart, Steven closed his eyes so as not to violate

and look at me." Amelia's lip clung to his ear,

eyes, the sweat in his

"Take me, Steve."

he cast

overpowering spy voice held a thick her.

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